You'll always find us out to lunch

I'm on my friend's computer while she's in the shower and don't tell her but I added a Sex Pistols station to her Pandora. I should be in a punk band. Me and my boyfriend are going to have one later on, and it'll just be us two. He's gonna play the acoustic guitar and I will play the cello. We will be so bad, we're awesome. It all makes so much sense. It's funny because the Ramones are such a popular band but all their songs sound damnear the exact same. The thing about Ramones' fans is; they know this. Yet, it doesn't bother them at all. They all know that the Ramones have really only two or three songs. People say the same about the Sex Pistols, but it's just not as intense and in your face as the Ramones are. I'm not too deep into punk yet, but I'm getting there.

About halfway down my head and beyond, my hair is a pretty fuchsia color, but my bangs are a dirty green/blonde that i detest with every molecule in my body and if I could use other molecules to hate with, I would. I think it looks gross. It's like I don't know how to color my hair. I don't care if people don't like my hair for what it's supposed to look like, but if it doesn't look like how I want it to, that's when I get self-conscious. If I don't even like it, how can I expect anyone else to? I don't want to keep re-dying it with the color I have so I'll just wait a few more weeks and get Adore then use that on my hair. I'll probably go back brown or so when school starts. I never wear heavy makeup, or my nose ring, or odd colors in my hair when I'm in school. Only when I'm out of school. I don't really have much of a reason except that it makes me feel uncomfortable in school to have my nose ring down or to have a shit ton of makeup. I mean, no one says anything rude. In fact, most people compliment me. There's just a shake-y feeling in my ribs that makes me want to run to the bathroom and redo my makeup and take my nose ring out. Which is really saying something because I steer clear of the bathroom as much as I can. If I have to pee, I have to make sure it's in that awkward time in the period so I know that no other girls are in there. Sure, there are girls in there sometimes, but it takes me like fucking five minutes to pee because I'm so nervous, and let me tell YOU, I don't even sit on the toilet seat! So can you imagine how sore my legs are by the time I'm actually done peeing? It could be a workout routine I have for myself. Go to the bathroom when there are girls in there so you are stuck in the squat position for seven minutes.
... How did I even get started talking about that.... Nevermind I don't care.

Where is my mind?

I have an iPhone and i can honestly say i spend too much time on it doing nothing. I don't spend as much time as some people, but i definitely spend more than i feel i should. Hell, i'm writing this post from my phone now. I always feel guilty spending time on my phone. I'm like "Sydney. You can be doing other more productive things that don't involve technology whatsoever. Like painting. Or reading. Or cleaning your room you said you'd clean three weeks ago but still have yet to do." I agree with myself on all of this, and i know i'm doing NOTHING on my phone, but i'll be like "okay just let me check Twitter once more then i'll set my phone down." Nothing new is on Twitter, but I stay on my phone for another 20 minutes anyway. I don't understand. I know that I can be doing other stuff, but i stay on anyway? The same goes for the computer. I try to make myself feel better by reading Cracked articles from my phone and being like "good job, Sydney! You're reading!" but it's not the same at all. I almost wish i didn't have an iPhone just so i didn't even have the opportunity to get caught up in it. But, I do. And I'm not complaining all THAT much. Having a smart phone is a gift and a curse.

Get The Cool Shoe Shine

I promise I'll try to stay here for awhile. I haven't done a very good job being consistent.. with anything. I'm just a kid but I feel like I get bored with things too easily. I'm trying to get better, though!

At the beginning of school my hair was a dark brown, and I kept it that way all through school. I only re-dyed it once, just to match my natural hair better because my roots were getting long. I tried so hard to get it healthy, and I think I succeeded! but the first weekend of summer came along and I wanted to be blonde like last summer. Well, I bleached my hair but because it's so thick and long, I needed more than one bottle... I should've known. It turned out orange. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised or that I didn't have this little thought in the back of my mind telling me this would happen.

I'm stylin' with my Betsey Johnson glasses

 Look at my roots. They're hella blonde. I don't know whether it's a good thing or not, but they'll stay that way when I add purple to my hair.

This picture was the day after I dyed my hair purple, I'm sure you can tell if you take a closer look at my hands. I used N Rage's Purple Plum (Even though I wanted Adore's Purple Rage. I guess the lady at the store didn't understand when my stepdad went to go get it.) I was planning on going purple later this summer, but I changed my mind when I saw the way my hair turned out after the one bottle of bleach. I didn't want to keep bleaching it because it'd get so damaged after I worked for a whole year to get it healthy again, and with damage comes a disgusting layer of frizz on my hair. So, instead of bleaching it more, I just decided to go ahead and put the purple in early. But I learned my lesson and bought two bottles of the purple! Even though I have plenty left over... I guess I'll just use it to re-do my roots.

It's funny because the purple stayed on my hands, neck, and back for about a week. (It's a week today.) the color on my neck and hands went away yesterday but I still have a stripe of purple down my back because it washes out in the shower a little bit every time i get in. It concerns me a little bit that this is happening, but I'll let it be and if the bleeding continues, I'll change my shampoo. But I really like my Burts Bees shampoo. :(

Burn down the disco.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? You might've though, "she probably died," but then you would be wrong! I haven't died yet, nor will I ever. (I decided that the other day.) I was thinking to myself, "self, you haven't blogged in quite a long time, you should get back to that. You don't have to be consistent with the topics, you can write about whatever you want!" And that last sentence is what gave me the confidence to continue blogging.

I bought a new nose ring yesterday.

it's pink.

Today was picture day, and I had two outfits in mind I could've wore. They both consisted of clothes I've bought recently at vintage stores near my house. But, that, sadly, was when I had money. (about two days ago.) Whenever I get money, it seems to disappear.

I got so many compliments. I was like, "oh gosh! thank youu :']" It was a good day. Most of the Freshmen, which is the grade I'm in, were too dressy, at least in my opinion. One girl even came in a prom-type dress... Just walking down the halls you can see that most of the upperclassmen knew how to dress cool without making it too much. I liked that. I want to be an upperclassmen. :(

Now, I wonder, I wonder what she would say

I always look at myself in the mirror and I think, "I'm so cute!" I just smile at myself in the mirror, make crazy faces, sing, think about how adorable I am. Those thoughts never leave the mirror, though. Once I've sucked myself out, I go on with my day, only thinking about my face if I've just eaten and I think I have food on it. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm pretty cute, but I don't let that get to my head. I don't think everyone else thinks I'm cute. I don't even really care if they think I'm pretty or not. My thoughts are that everyone should feel this way. I hate it so much when people are insecure about the way they look. I don't see why there is any reason for a person to be insecure about the way they look unless it is actually a health hazard or something. I see my friends all the time going, "I wish I was as pretty as you. I'm not cute at all." UHHH. okay? I don't argue with people who say things like that because they probably want attention and that's not the way to get it. I don't see how people can not think they're pretty. Of course, we all have those days, or when you first wake up, see yourself, and think, "who's that crackhead?" But all the time? I feel bad for them.

I like my friends imaginary with no names.

I've been on Tumblr a lot lately, although I know I never thought I'd EVER figure out how to work it. I feel cheap when I'm on Tumblr. They call it blogging, but all anyone ever does is post pictures.. I feel like blogging is this right here. Sitting at the computer thinking about something really deep and spending an hour writing about it. You just want people to feel how you feel by reading your mind, not by seeing pictures you got from someone who got it from someone else who got it from someone else and so on. It's just an excuse to say you're cool and that you blog. In no way am I saying that I don't like Tumblr! I love it. I love posting pictures all the time. But, I'm not about to call myself a blogger for that. Or think anyone is cool for saying they have one

My school ends this Friday, after that I will be able to officially say that I am a high schooler. I'm so scared and excited at the same time! I don't want time to go by fast, I want to stay a teen forever, but I want to get out of middle school. There are going to be certain things I miss about the school I'm at, but SHIT, I'm ready to get the hell out. I wouldn't be able to stand staying there for another four years. I go through phases where it's alright, then I like it, then I hate it, then it's alright, then I hate it, then the year is over and I never want to go back ever again, then during the summer I'm like, "AHH SCHOOL PLEASE COME TO ME." I'm going to be taking summer school for gym. Yes, yes, it's exactly what you think. I failed gym. Um, yah, not really. I'm going because I'm too lazy to take it during actual school, but It's required for me to graduate. You don't even know how much that makes me upset. Gym and Health are my least favorite subjects in school ever. They're ridiculous and have no purpose. Why, oh why, God?? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I think I'll just lay outside and tan. Sounds good.
Next year, I'm going to take Journalism and art as electives. Well, I'm going to attempt to get into journalism. Apparently I have to apply? I guess it's generally not a freshman class so I have to email the teacher and see when he wants a writing sample of mine. It's kind of a reason I decided to get back on Blogspot and write again because I thought I may just mention my blog. Or not. It depends how many good posts I have. I don't want some dude that's judging me to get a bad impression because he goes to my blog and sees that I've been bored and haven't wrote about shit for a long time. But whatever happens, happens. I almost decided to write, "I hope I inspire him," but no. That would be lame and it sounds cocky and that's the last thing I want to sound like.

I'm so paranoid about sounding cocky and stuck up. I don't want anyone ever to think that about me. The most self-absorbed I get is when I look in the mirror or take pictures of myself. Every time I look in the mirror, I just think, "wow. I'm so cute." Other than that, I'm pretty well grounded. Just don't ask my art teacher, because he'll tell you I'm bougie. That kind of hurts my feelings when he says that. I don't get offened easily, but he really offended me one time when he told me that I'm like Oprah. Oprah is the devil. I hate her.

Does this NOT look like the face of a devil to you?

I went home for some damn Adventure Time

I got my septum pierced.. I think it's cute, in a badass way. Like, there's this chick. Hard core, but she's cutesy with it.

 My French partners also decided to change the theme of our project to "dressy". They didn't specify how dressy, and by the sound of one of the girl's outfits, it isn't Black Tie. So, I decided to make it a dress and heels, but still nice. Chic and classy, I'd say. The dress can be summer-y, but I made it less so, and I'm proud of myself.

Today is actually the day I got my septum done. The dude that did it was such a dickface. He was like, "yah this was the worst piercing I ever got in my life! It hurt like a bitch. You're so gonna cry. It's hard to get it in right and straight, so prepare." Then I laid down and he put something in my nose, and then lined up the needle, he said, "Ok,.. are you ready?" and I was so scared at that point but I was also kind of doubting him, then, he just shoved it through. It felt like a bee sting. I was like, "DAMNIT YOU FUCKER AND YOUR LIES!" Except it actually went like this; he said, "did that hurt?" and I said, "Noo!" Then I smiled while he laughed and then explained I can't touch it and I have to clean it blah blah blah. There are certain faces I make, and inside my nose is like, KYYYEAAAAOOWWW. It hurts   more than it did in the beginning. My friend, Shani, took a video and pictures of me getting it done, so maybe if I can somehow upload them on here I will. I may be a little tech savvy, but not when it comes to downloading!